Deep in Color Pastels

A glance becomes a moment

As we decide to

Wait

Watching the light above the clouds

Our existence

Gives pause

Now tonight to the glow

The real light

That exacting presence that cannot be altered from the sky

We can decide how we walk

The direction; a curbside stroll

Or through a path in the woods

But now as I stand

Glancing to the East, I cannot change

What I see

I can only observe

And recognize somewhere

Deep inside my memory banks

There is a gracious reality

A reckoning

That cannot be forgotten

But only lends to this vision

Beauty, elegance, God

Across the water, watching me

Guiding me, sheltering me in

A night sky of lovely fading pastels